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YOUNG HUNTERS IN PORTO RICO
"Dick!" he cried softly, but there was no reply from his chum.
"Bob! Leander!" he continued after a long pause. Still no answer, saving a long snore from Bob, as he turned over restlessly.
"It's mighty queer what woke me up," thought the boy. He usually slept well.
He dropped back on the bed and tried to go to sleep again.
But the effort was a failure, and though he lay back with his eyes tightly closed, he was as wide-awake as before.
Then, of a sudden, although he heard nothing, a peculiar sensation stole over him, and he became convinced that some stranger was in the apartment!
